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NEW REVIEWS: A most pleasing little tale. Thank you, Michelle and welcome to Literary Masters, Inc.
We have to ask how you have time to "do it all." Reads like it might be a piece right out of your everyday
life. Perhaps that is the answer to how. Please send us more; we think you are going to like it here.
****__Jean Ann Morgan.
I really liked this story. It is so well written. Not a wasted word. And so lifelike. I felt I was right there in the
family room with Connie and her children. One of the best short stories I have read in a long time.
Congratulations on making us all jealous, Michelle. ****__Su Chang-Wu.
How refreshingly simple. Even the beginning is envable in its ability to catch the reader and then hold on.
I think we all have met these precocious kids sometime in our lives. Reads like they are in good hands
though. Good lesson for us all. Please send more of your writings, author. ****__Barbara A Sabo.
A pleasing and welcome addition to all of the wonderful works at Literary Masters, Inc. The simplicity of
wording and disciplined style makes reading it a joy. Great interplay between the two kids. All too familiar.
It happens in the best of families. Good job, Michelle! ****__Captain Apple Jack.
Some things just hit home so completely. I know those two kids. The clever young man and the oh so
swe-e-e-t young lady. Both using their best skills to get the attention of mother. Who handles the situation
with the knowing care of a trained Pediatrician. Very realistic. Thanks for a good and easy story to read.
****__Janice Carpenter, wife of David W. Carpenter.
Clever as a fox, children always try to outsmart those that place chores upon them, but even big dreams
cannot tie them loose from responsibility. And the essence of this is beautifully captured in a short piece of
writing. Well done. ****__Melissa R. Mendelson.
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|“So Kids Won't Have to Mow the Lawn”
By Michelle Z. Banda
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Rated "G" by the author
Some kids are just smarter than others . . . sometimes.
It seemed like it had all happened too quickly. It had all become such a blur that some of it was hard to
remember. Happily, most of it wasn't She had been an only child. As a child, she had decided that she was
going to be a doctor. All her dolls had become her patients. All her doll houses, hospitals for her patients. So
she he had spent her early childhood treating her patients for all kinds of diseases and injuries. And she had
saved every one of them, but she hadn't charged a single one anything.
In high school and college she had studied hard for high marks because she knew that good grades would
help her get into a one of the better graduate schools. She had graduated from medical school near the top
of her class. After she had become a practicing pediatrician, she got married and had two kids, one boy and
one girl. They did their homework without help. They got straight A’s in school. They ate all their vegetables
without complaining. They were great little kids, except for one thing: They argued too much . . .
Fast forward and here she was, Connie Cosgrove arriving home from the hospital early. Larry, her author
husband and great cook, giving her a big kiss and a long hug. Then her kids doing the same. So she went
happily upstairs and changed into shorts and a T-shirt. When she returned, the kids were waiting for her in
the living room. Not a good sign. To talk about their day in school, she feared.
Freddy, age 11, started off in a very polite manner. He said his biology teacher had helped them cut up dead
frogs today. They smelled bad, but he enjoyed seeing their little body parts, like their lungs and heart. “I like
biology,” Freddy said. “I want to be a biologist and an inventor when I grow up. I’m going to invent a pill so
that animals can learn to live together without fighting.”
Almost instantly, an argument began. “You’re crazy!” exclaimed Tamara. “What are the animals going to do
if they don’t fight?”
And was picked up quickly by her brother. “You don’t know anything. You’re a girl and you’re only nine,”
“Fredrick, be polite to your sister,” Connie admonished.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “I apologize to my dear little sister.”
“That didn’t sound very sincere, mommy,” Tamara whined.
“Okay then, here’s how I’ll keep the animals from fighting. The solution is a pill that will make all animals
vegetarians. It will make them like to eat grass, like the cows and sheep. That way animals will not need to
eat each other so they will not fight anymore. Oh, and yeah, kids won’t have to mow the lawn any more
either. So, that would kinda kill two birds with one stone, huh mom?”
“Well now, that’s very, very clever, isn't it?” Connie smiled at Freddy. "In the meantime, the grass gets cut
on Saturdays as always."
“Now, tell us about your day, Tamara,” Connie said.
“Well, as you know, mommy, I’m going to be a real doctor like you, not some crazy scientist, so I can help all
the animals when they eat each other,” Tamara began, and then stuck her tongue out at her older brother.
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